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05-06-2005, 01:45 AM
Artist: Notorious B.I.G.
Album: Life After Death
Song: Long Kiss Goodnight
Chorus: [Bruce Bowen] (repeat 2X)
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss yo ass goodnight
[Tim Duncan]
I make yo' mouthpiece obese like Coach Karl
When I snarl, you miss threes like Wesley P
KMart please, I'm what you want to be
And that's just the half on my warpath
Win now cry later, I ball greater
than the average playa hater, and spectators
get my autograph twice; they see me in the streets
They be like, "Yo he nice"
but that's on the low, though
Be the cats with no trophies, who talk like they can own me
I pull out bank shots, and get you confused in your thought
Short-range players, no-game players
Blocked shots came quicker, watch my flame flicker
Ya still tickle me, I used to be as strong as David be
til Rasheed Wallace crippled me
Now I play hard like Amy's nipples be
Your face sour like like a pickle be
Y'all know da rules
Move from the dome to the SBC -- thinkin bout
all the planes we flew, playoffs we ran through
Now the year's new, I lay my game flat
I want my spot back, take three
Playa haters mad cause I blew, fans are envious
Too many players on my back, its strenuous
When my team busts, we just move wit such stamina
We beat ya, but I ain't mad at ya
Blood rushin, sprained ankles ain't nothin
Catch passes, go up strong, all game long
We got two white Russians, big dog ain't fussin'
We got the euro guards, six big men in a system
Tryin' to go far, face it, we barely start
We guard ya team, then I stick you, then you re-up
Wipe the tears up, I mixed shots, now I'm freed up
Goin to the Finals, to raise number three up, LONG KISS
Chorus: [Bruce Bowen] (repeat 2X)
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss yo ass goodnight
[Manu Ginobili]
Uhh.. I'm flamin gats, aimin' at these pinche
denver maniacs, that put my name in stories, what part of the
game is that? Like they want me hurt
I smirk as I flirt with destiny, ya can't touch me
Try to rush me, refs blow, touchy-touchy
You're losin' lovely, with ya defenders above me
or beneath me, but for your D I'm too sneaky
Now you rest eternally sleepy, you boo when you see me
Fish where the Lakers and the weak be
My pelo flies, got fouled, and one
Where the hell is Ghost? I put holes in most
You hold the ball shaky, slippin tryin to break me
Look how you made me act, I attack
My team in the silver and black, big sacks
Carmelo's out, Buckner's out, Martin's out -- you lose
another case of it, givin' LONG BESOS BITCH
Chorus: [Bruce Bowen] (repeat 2X)
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss yo ass goodnight
[Tony Parker]
Earl and Andre be menacin', my defense is the medicine
Ducks got the lettuce and, you turn green like cucumber skin
Got the new Hummer in the summer when I was a newcomer
then, now I got a championship to tend
Hugs from French friends, Denver fans -- I hate you
Be ugly -- Eva won't date you
That's what you relate to, choke in the fourth til your face blue
Thank you, I get the pass from Manu
Pop told me just to shoot it
it was good, and i knew it
go to overtime and the time is mine, your team blew it
Fluid, Pop pop's wine, on to next campaign
I drink Champagne, all the time
My shots hit your chest tap you spine, flatline
Heard through the grapevine, that drunkin' Karl still whines
Damn that four in a row messed him up for real though
F Denver and the snow, as for remorse -- we feel no
Chorus: [Bruce Bowen] (repeat 3X)
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss yo ass goodnight
Album: Life After Death
Song: Long Kiss Goodnight
Chorus: [Bruce Bowen] (repeat 2X)
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss yo ass goodnight
[Tim Duncan]
I make yo' mouthpiece obese like Coach Karl
When I snarl, you miss threes like Wesley P
KMart please, I'm what you want to be
And that's just the half on my warpath
Win now cry later, I ball greater
than the average playa hater, and spectators
get my autograph twice; they see me in the streets
They be like, "Yo he nice"
but that's on the low, though
Be the cats with no trophies, who talk like they can own me
I pull out bank shots, and get you confused in your thought
Short-range players, no-game players
Blocked shots came quicker, watch my flame flicker
Ya still tickle me, I used to be as strong as David be
til Rasheed Wallace crippled me
Now I play hard like Amy's nipples be
Your face sour like like a pickle be
Y'all know da rules
Move from the dome to the SBC -- thinkin bout
all the planes we flew, playoffs we ran through
Now the year's new, I lay my game flat
I want my spot back, take three
Playa haters mad cause I blew, fans are envious
Too many players on my back, its strenuous
When my team busts, we just move wit such stamina
We beat ya, but I ain't mad at ya
Blood rushin, sprained ankles ain't nothin
Catch passes, go up strong, all game long
We got two white Russians, big dog ain't fussin'
We got the euro guards, six big men in a system
Tryin' to go far, face it, we barely start
We guard ya team, then I stick you, then you re-up
Wipe the tears up, I mixed shots, now I'm freed up
Goin to the Finals, to raise number three up, LONG KISS
Chorus: [Bruce Bowen] (repeat 2X)
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss yo ass goodnight
[Manu Ginobili]
Uhh.. I'm flamin gats, aimin' at these pinche
denver maniacs, that put my name in stories, what part of the
game is that? Like they want me hurt
I smirk as I flirt with destiny, ya can't touch me
Try to rush me, refs blow, touchy-touchy
You're losin' lovely, with ya defenders above me
or beneath me, but for your D I'm too sneaky
Now you rest eternally sleepy, you boo when you see me
Fish where the Lakers and the weak be
My pelo flies, got fouled, and one
Where the hell is Ghost? I put holes in most
You hold the ball shaky, slippin tryin to break me
Look how you made me act, I attack
My team in the silver and black, big sacks
Carmelo's out, Buckner's out, Martin's out -- you lose
another case of it, givin' LONG BESOS BITCH
Chorus: [Bruce Bowen] (repeat 2X)
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss yo ass goodnight
[Tony Parker]
Earl and Andre be menacin', my defense is the medicine
Ducks got the lettuce and, you turn green like cucumber skin
Got the new Hummer in the summer when I was a newcomer
then, now I got a championship to tend
Hugs from French friends, Denver fans -- I hate you
Be ugly -- Eva won't date you
That's what you relate to, choke in the fourth til your face blue
Thank you, I get the pass from Manu
Pop told me just to shoot it
it was good, and i knew it
go to overtime and the time is mine, your team blew it
Fluid, Pop pop's wine, on to next campaign
I drink Champagne, all the time
My shots hit your chest tap you spine, flatline
Heard through the grapevine, that drunkin' Karl still whines
Damn that four in a row messed him up for real though
F Denver and the snow, as for remorse -- we feel no
Chorus: [Bruce Bowen] (repeat 3X)
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss yo ass goodnight